Chapter 30 Caught In The Crossfire

The glass walls of Diego Montero’s office overlooked the city, a glittering jungle of power and corruption. But tonight, all he saw were the red numbers flashing on the financial news screens. Montero Global was hemorrhaging money. The stock had taken a catastrophic nosedive after Rodrigo Santillán’s latest attack, a web of forged documents claiming Diego was laundering money through offshore accounts. Investors panicked, pulling out by the millions. Diego’s jaw clenched as he scrolled through the reports. His broad shoulders tensed under his custom-tailored charcoal suit. He’d built his empire with ruthless precision, clawing his way through a world that chewed men up and spit them out. He had enemies, but none as relentless as Rodrigo.